Thomas County cat. [volume] (Colby, Kan.) 1885-1891, 1887-04-14

her Soul, tuat SOIlcnOW the JOY Oh TIC
future would yet atone for the bitter
ness of the past.
Down came the autumn leaves,
brown. crimson and golden, lying in
heaps as they fell, and Gyp's nimbie
fingers soon trimmed her a wreath
with the brigh: colors woven in artistic
taste.
''Let me crown you, oh, woodland
nymph"' laughed a gay roice, and the
wreath was deposited over the rebel
lious curls. Doubtless you recognize
the speaker as 4 companion on for
mer occasion.
LAS this is to be our last meeting,
let me have mementO. ST still one
moment
Rapidly the hand OF the al list moved
over the canvas. and as rapidly there
grew beneath his touch the bright hope
full face of Gyp, crowned in wood
leaves, with the rings of hair straying
in confusion.
els it like?" he asked, passing it
over for inspection.
More than like" she replied, "you
have given it beauty and grace it
does not possess.
ALLOW me to be the judge!' he an
swered. What about those aspira-
tons for fame and a glance at the
world? The offer my friend made is
still open for acceptance. Will you
go?''
"Iwill.''
HAS Madam Katharine given her
consent?''
mo! but what right has she to fet-
ter one, when freedom is offered, and
if you prophecy be true, can soon sat
isfy even her demands.
The young artist would return to the
city on the morrow, and Gyp. with
farmer Blym's consent-but with his
wife's strong disapproval-would place
herself under Professor WIS care for
Evolutionary training.
Night in a city, and the public hall
is filled to overlooking. The curtain
rises, and a young girl appears. stately
and dignified, yet with a careless grace.
and in her We recognize our old ac-
quaintance of Oak Ridge Farm. But
the cultivated and refined woman
thrilling the entire audience, and hold
ing them in silence by the magic of her
voice, is wonderful transformation
from the half-wild Gypsey whom Har-
old King had befriended. Near the
front sat an elderly gentleman who
was peculiarly affected by the readers
appearance.
"Can it be possiblc!' he thought,
when in the privacy of his own room.
.'But how like Bessie she seemed! the
same lustrous eyes and waving hair,
that no amount of training could sub
due. must investigate on the NOR
row.
King, the artist. busily engaged in
his studio, was interrupted by the en-
trance of one of his wealthiest patrons,
Karl Schuyler, who had in truth been
his benefactor.
"Well, Haroldr' he began in cheerful
greeting, then asked in amaze: 'Who
is thatY'
A conscious flush suffused the artists
brow as he saw which painting at
tracted Mr.. Schuyler's attention. A
young girl sitting under an oak.
crowned with wreath of Autumn leaves,
and by her side an open book.
''Is this fancy sketch?" continued
his friend
''No, sir!' Harold replied. In fact,
it is not intended for public observa-
tion," attempting to turn the easel to
the wall. But Karl interposed, and
gazed intently on the girlish face. ra-
diant and hopeful, yet saucy and de-
faint all in one. Harold, you have
never been told our great sorrow.
Years ago an infant daughter blessed
us, and we hoped on reaching maturity
she would prove our solace and joy.
One day the nurse came in in terrible
alright, saying the child was gone,
stolen, and although unceasing effort
was made. no trace has since been
found. But, Harold. this picture is the
face of my wife as she was in girlhood.
before sorrow saddened her. and such
my daughter would be were she alive.
Tell me its history"
Joy filled the artists heart; Gyp's
romance. as related in the greenwood.
might prove a fitting sequel to the
story just heard; so, with suppressed
eagerness, he told of the rough diamond
found on his summers retreat. 1T is
barely possible" he added. there is
great joy in store for you. Come with
me-"
I'm few moments they raped for
admittance at Gyp's quiet lodgings.
Il have brought u friend. was Har-
Old's greeting.
''Child, have heard your history"
said Mr.. Schuyler. after few remarks
upon her success of the previous even
ing. land being strangely interested
wish to know if YOU have any memento